Page 32 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

I grin back at her. “Challenge accepted.”

I unfurl her fingers from around my shaft, then take her hand and guide her into the living room, where I remove my clothes and sit on the couch, legs spread, my cock standing proud.

“It’s all yours, so climb on.”

Tamara straddles my thighs and positions her entrance over me, rotating her hips, teasing me by dragging her pussy across the head of my shaft. Each touch sends blood hurtling around my body. My balls are ready to explode.

Holding my gaze, her pupils blown hypnotically wide, she slides down onto me, all the way, until the head meets her wall and her ass is sitting on my thighs.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

I reach for her breasts, squashing them together, and teasing her nipples with my thumbs, but she shakes her head.

“Not there.”

“Show me where, sweetheart. Show me where you want me.”

She takes my hand and places it between her legs where her pussy is clamped around my throbbing erection. Then she parts her folds to expose her clit. “Try to make me scream.” She says this like she wants me to succeed.

“Ah, the impossible challenge.”

I lick my thumb and circle her softened clit, watching her intently as her lips part, the only giveaway of the pleasure still brewing in that bundle of nerve endings.

“I didn’t say it was impossible. I said it would never happen.”

“You know I won’t stop until I prove you wrong, don’t you?”

“I’m counting on it.”

She leans forward and bites my bottom lip, the tang of iron flooding my senses as she rocks her hips, dragging her clit between my cock and my thumb. I don’t care if she’s playing me to get what she wants. I’ll wear a fucking collar and let her lead me around like a dog on all fours if it will make her scream my name when she comes.

She fills my mouth with her tongue, rubs her nipples across my chest, and moves her hips, the walls of her pussy sliding back off me until my tip is kissing her entrance, then she lowers herself onto me, deep and hard. I should fight it before I explode inside her. I want to fight it, but it feels so fucking good that I grip her hips with both hands and thrust upwards to match her slow rhythm.

“Stop,” she whispers into my mouth.

I do as she asks, but my cock is still pulsing inside her. “What is it?”

“You moved your thumb from my clit.”

My chest bursts with so much emotion for this beautiful woman that I barely register slipping my hand back between us and finding the swollen nub.

“Better?”

“Yes.” She drags her tongue across my mouth and down my jawline to my ear, where the sensation is like being underwater, while goose bumps pop all over my flesh.

I work her clit while she rides my cock, her rhythm getting harder and faster, her breathing growing shallow against my neck. But I know deep in my core that if I want her to scream my name, I need to give her a reason.

Gripping her hips, I lift her off me and cradle her against my chest while I carry her through to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me.

I set her down on the bed, and she watches me go to my closet and remove two neckties. Her eyes follow me back to the bed, never wavering as I bind her right wrist to the headpost first, and then her left wrist.

“Remember the word?” I stand beside the bed, drinking in her naked body.

“Yes, but I don’t need it.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you yet.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Her eyes are almost completely black now. “I know I’ll enjoy it.”